Women The Weaker Sex?

[guest00901]

We start to "bud" in our blouses at 9 or 10 years old only to find

anything that comes in contact with those tender, blooming buds hurts so bad it brings us to tears. Enter the almighty, uncomfortable training bra

contraption the boys in school will snap until we have callouses on our

backs.

Next, we get our periods in our early to mid-teens (or sooner). Along with

those budding boobs, we now bloat, we cramp, we get the hormone crankies, have to wear little mattresses between our legs or insert tubular, packed cotton rods in places we didn't even know we had.

Our next little rite of passage (premarital or not) is having sex for the

first time which is about as much fun as having a ramrod push your uterus

through your nostrils (IF he did it right and didn't end up with his

little art before his horse), leaving us to wonder what all the fuss was about.

Then it's off to Motherhood where we learn to live on dry crackers and

water for a few months so we don't spend the entire day leaning over Brother John.

Of course, amazing creatures that we are (and we are), we learn to live

with the growing little angels inside us steadily kicking our innards night and day making us wonder if we're having Rosemary's Baby. Our once flat

bellies now look like we swallowed a watermelon whole and we pee our pants

everytime we sneeze.

When the big moment arrives, the dam in our blessed Nether Regions will

invariably burst right in the middle of the mall and we'll waddle with our

big cartoon feet moaning in pain all the way to the ER. Then it's huff and

puff and beg to die while the OB says, "Please stop screaming, Mrs.

Hearmeroar. Calm down and push. Just one more (or 10) good push,"

warranting a strong, well-deserved impulse to punch the hubby square in the nose for making us cram a wiggling, mushroom-headed 10lb. bowling ball through a keyhole.

After that, it's time to raise those angels only to find that when all

that "cute" wears off, the beautiful little darlings morph into walking,

jabbering, wet, gooey, snot-blowing, life-sucking little poop machines.

The teen years. Need I say more? The kids are almost grown now and we women hit our voracious sexual prime in our mid-30's to early 40's while hubby had his somewhere around his 18th birthday (which just happens to be the reason all that early hot man sex got you pregnant in the first place).

Now we hit the grand finale: "The Menopause," the Grandmother of all

womanhood. It's either take the HRT and chance cancer in those now

seasoned "buds" or the aforementioned Nether Regions, or, sweat like a hog in July, wash your sheets and pillowcases daily and bite the head off anything that moves.

Now, you ask WHY women seem to be more spiteful than men when men get off so easy INCLUDING the icing on life's cake: Being able to pee in the woods without soaking their socks...

Now I love being a woman but "Womanhood" would make the Great Ghandi a tad crabby.

Women are the "weaker sex."?

Yeah, right. Bite me.

[daemoncel]

so true

my sister would give you a standing ovation!

[bullseye]

my girlfriend just read that, she gives it two thumbs up and an amen. me, i aint gettin laid tonight now, but i respect and support your position.

[sassa]

:laugh: hell yeah...

[naughtybabe]

Originally posted by sexxybabyd

Women are the "weaker sex."?

Yeah, right. Bite me.

We rock!!

[tastey]

[entheogen808]

i've never thought of women as the weaker sex...but they sure are the prettier sex.

ps. i have a friend that was 12lbs. at birth and his brother was 11lbs. ...sheesh

[tastyt]

Originally posted by bullseye

my girlfriend just read that, she gives it two thumbs up and an amen. me, i aint gettin laid tonight now, but i respect and support your position.

Originally posted by entheogen808

ps. i have a friend that was 12lbs. at birth and his brother was 11lbs. ...sheesh

Oh sweet jesus... :eek:

[cintron]

and we're condemned to listen to you all recite every minute of your sorrows for eternity.

[phuturephunk]

Originally posted by tastey

..I know, cry me a fucking river...

[trancerxn112]

Originally posted by phuturephunk

..I know, cry me a fucking river...

for real!!! women go through 9 months of torture, and we hear about that shit for the rest of our natual lives... boo fucking hoo... make me a sandwich, suck my dick, play with my balls and dont talk so fucking much

[tastey]

no seriously, there is no "weaker sex" IMO. there are weak individuals, and depending on the culture there are more male or more female weak individuals.

america is a prime example for a lot of weak women. check out spain or italy for a contrast!! you will not believe how many fuckin alpha women there are running around. its really an eye-opening experience when you check out both sides.

[georgym]

Originally posted by tastey

no seriously, there is no "weaker sex" IMO. there are weak individuals, and depending on the culture there are more male or more female weak individuals.

america is a prime example for a lot of weak women. check out spain or italy for a contrast!! you will not believe how many fuckin alpha women there are running around. its really an eye-opening experience when you check out both sides.

I agree completely with your 1st statement, tastey. Very well said

But your 2nd one I must dispute.

Compared to other parts of the world, women in America fought for their rights, and have many more advantages than women in other parts of the world.

Plus, i know for a fact, having visited Belgium and France, that women there still feel somewhat subjugated to men. Women in Belgium, once having been married, cut their hair very short in order to show they're "married"

Also, there are much more job opportunities here, and women comparatively are treated better here than in other parts.

So be glad, ladies

[tastey]

DUDE! go to italy or spain, especially the big cities (barcelona for example), and spend some time there ONCE... and you´ll completely change your mind.

[georgym]

Originally posted by tastey

DUDE! go to italy or spain, especially the big cities (barcelona for example), and spend some time there ONCE... and you´ll completely change your mind.

Well, i know my friends' sister got a job at citibank in Barcelona, and she told me that things are evening out there btw. men and women.

But come on! are things actually better for women in europe than in the states

[tastey]

Originally posted by gmccookny

Well, i know my friends' sister got a job at citibank in Barcelona, and she told me that things are evening out there btw. men and women.

But come on! are things actually better for women in europe than in the states

you seem to misunderstand. being "alpha" (strong) has nothing to do with how much you earn, whats your job, where you stand in society, what car you drive, who are your friends, etc. etc.

it´s about your internal ATTITUDE!

[hispm]

Originally posted by trancerxn112

for real!!! women go through 9 months of torture, and we hear about that shit for the rest of our natual lives... boo fucking hoo... make me a sandwich, suck my dick, play with my balls and dont talk so fucking much

[i3itch]

Originally posted by sexxybabyd

Women are the "weaker sex."?

Yeah, right. Bite me.

A-fuckin'-men!

You took my thoughts and turned them into words

And for that, I love you!

Sexxybabyd

[SuGaRNSpIcE]

Originally posted by sexxybabyd

We start to "bud" in our blouses at 9 or 10 years old only to find

anything that comes in contact with those tender, blooming buds hurts so bad it brings us to tears. Enter the almighty, uncomfortable training bra

contraption the boys in school will snap until we have callouses on our

backs.

Next, we get our periods in our early to mid-teens (or sooner). Along with

those budding boobs, we now bloat, we cramp, we get the hormone crankies, have to wear little mattresses between our legs or insert tubular, packed cotton rods in places we didn't even know we had.

Our next little rite of passage (premarital or not) is having sex for the

first time which is about as much fun as having a ramrod push your uterus

through your nostrils (IF he did it right and didn't end up with his

little art before his horse), leaving us to wonder what all the fuss was about.

Then it's off to Motherhood where we learn to live on dry crackers and

water for a few months so we don't spend the entire day leaning over Brother John.

Of course, amazing creatures that we are (and we are), we learn to live

with the growing little angels inside us steadily kicking our innards night and day making us wonder if we're having Rosemary's Baby. Our once flat

bellies now look like we swallowed a watermelon whole and we pee our pants

everytime we sneeze.

When the big moment arrives, the dam in our blessed Nether Regions will

invariably burst right in the middle of the mall and we'll waddle with our

big cartoon feet moaning in pain all the way to the ER. Then it's huff and

puff and beg to die while the OB says, "Please stop screaming, Mrs.

Hearmeroar. Calm down and push. Just one more (or 10) good push,"

warranting a strong, well-deserved impulse to punch the hubby square in the nose for making us cram a wiggling, mushroom-headed 10lb. bowling ball through a keyhole.

After that, it's time to raise those angels only to find that when all

that "cute" wears off, the beautiful little darlings morph into walking,

jabbering, wet, gooey, snot-blowing, life-sucking little poop machines.

The teen years. Need I say more? The kids are almost grown now and we women hit our voracious sexual prime in our mid-30's to early 40's while hubby had his somewhere around his 18th birthday (which just happens to be the reason all that early hot man sex got you pregnant in the first place).

Now we hit the grand finale: "The Menopause," the Grandmother of all

womanhood. It's either take the HRT and chance cancer in those now

seasoned "buds" or the aforementioned Nether Regions, or, sweat like a hog in July, wash your sheets and pillowcases daily and bite the head off anything that moves.

Now, you ask WHY women seem to be more spiteful than men when men get off so easy INCLUDING the icing on life's cake: Being able to pee in the woods without soaking their socks...

Now I love being a woman but "Womanhood" would make the Great Ghandi a tad crabby.

Women are the "weaker sex."?

Yeah, right. Bite me.

well said momma, well said